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I could do this, I could do this... I told myself. Aw, who am I kidding. How the heck am I going to
tell him this!? Brian was waiting me out in the courtyard and I was still pacing in the boys
bathroom being the little wimp I was. I began to get so frustrated it brought tears to my eyes.

I threw my cell phone against the bathroom wall, luckily it didn't break. My phone just wouldn't
break, it'd been threw hell. Even in the freaking toilet. The. Thing. Wouldn't. Die. I still
continued to pace in the boys bathroom, it was after school so I wasn't worried that anyone would
walk in on my mental breakdown.

Maybe he'd just leave and forget about it, he'd totally just forget about me needing to talk to him
and everything and maybe- I was interrupted by my phone buzzing in my hand.

I shut my phone and grabbed my bag, I took the slowest rout to the court yard and walked slowly.
It's now or never Baker, I repeated. Why the hell was I talking to myself exactly? And more
importantly why was I asking myself questions?

I saw Brian standing there, his hands shoved in his pockets as he leaned against the building
smoking a ciggarette. My knee's buckled as I continued to walk forward, I had to do this...

"Finally!" Brian exaggerated.

"I've been waiting out here for like an hour!"

"Sorry." I muttered.

"What took you so long?"

"Detention then I had to pick up some homework I missed."

"Z', you never do your homework." Brian stated.

I sighed.

"Well it's about time I started doing homework then..."

Brian crossed his arms and stubbed out his cancer stick.

"Anyways, what did you need to talk to me about?" he asked flinging his back pack over his shoulder.

Do it, Baker. Now.

"I don't know how much longer you'll wanna stay around here after this but, I like you Brian."

"Well I like you too, buddy." Brian said flinging his arm around my shoulder.

I took held his wrist and slipped his arm above me and backed out of his grasp.

"No Bri, you don't get it."

"Then what? Wait..."

"I LIKE you, Brian."

He stood there stunned. I sighed, I knew this would happen. I like girls, always have... But Brian,
he for some reason was the ONLY guy that I ever had feelings for like this. Actually he was probably
the only person I have feelings for this way.

He still stood there, he now looked at his feet, confused. I sighed to myself and shook my head. I
knew this would happen.

"Sorry for bugging you. Talk to you later then, maybe..." I said quietly as I walked away.

Everyone in school knew me as Zack Baker, baseball player, rockstar, bad ass that doesn't give a
fuck what the teachers say, and never turns in homework. But now, if Brian reacted to this badly
everyone would now know me as this. Zack Baker, a homosexual faggot that likes his best friend.

I slumped my shoulders and pulled my hood up on my jacket as I walked home. Brian was no where to be
seen after I left, I know I left him in a state of panic and shock but... What else was I supposed
to do? I continued to walk towards my house, I unlocked the front door and found no one home, the
way I liked it most of the time. I walked up the stairs towards my bedroom, I flicked on the light
and threw my back pack onto the floor, I hit play on my stereo and my Pantera CD began to play.

I fell onto my bed sighing, looking at my ceiling. Which was covered with a playboy poster, the girl
was hot... But the only person I could think about right now was Brian. I closed my eyes, when I
reopened them the entire room was filled with a blinding white light and then a loud clap of thunder
hit my ears. I jumped, I wasn't scared of thunderstorms, but they left me with an un easy feeling at
this moment in time. Then another one hit, this time knocking out the power in my house.

"Craaaaaaaap!" I moaned to no one in particularly. I grabbed my phone, flipping open the screen as
I walked downstairs, using it as a light. I slipped on one of the last steps and came crashing down.

"Ow..." I stated to myself.

I got up and walked into the kitchen fishing in one of the drawers for a set of matches and a few
flashlights. I walked around the house and lit a few candles turning on assorted flashlights. I fell
onto the couch, then I heard a knock on my front door. I got up and opened the door, finding a
shriveled and wet Brian.

"Brian what are you doing-" I was cut off by his lips crashing into mine.

I was stunned at first, but then began to enjoy the feel of having his lips to mine. He wrapped his
arms around my waist pulling my closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I then felt the wet
water seep through my shirt. I pulled away.

"Why are you all wet?" I asked.

"Because I just walked from the school to my front lawn, then to your house." he stated as he
shivered.

"You're gonna catch a cold you have clothes in my bedroom. I'll be back." I wrapped a blanket around
his shoulders and disappeared upstairs to get clothes he's left here from going to the beach and
things like that.

I pulled out a set of his jeans and a tshirt of mine and walked downstairs. I handed it to him and
he walked off to get changed, a few minutes later, his wet clothes were now a piled heap on the
floor and he was sitting next to me on the couch.

"So, uhm... I was thinking on the way over here, and so far everything's gone according to plan, and
this is like the last step so uhm... Zacky, will you be my uhm... Boyfriend?" he asked.

I smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Bri. I will be your boyfriend, on one condition. As long as you'll be mine." I said.

He smiled and leaned over pressing his lips to mine in one last kiss, sealing our deal.

...

The next day at school, I walked into the parking lot, seeing Brian lean against his car. He smiled
and walked towards me.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded, Brian slid his hand into mine and we walked into school hand in hand, not giving a flying
fuck who cares.

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